Bound To You

Chapter 11 - Addicted To You.

                                                                   Chapter 11 - Addicted To You.

Roman's fingers carefully traced the edges of my panties. The light in the room was dimmed. It wasn't chilly anymore. Instead, the air had become hot and steamy, just the like situation not long ago.

“I'm very mad at you,” I said, trying to ignore the frustrating tingles that appeared every time his skin touched mine.

He nodded, his dark hair gently bouncing along with the movement, “I know.”

He didn't seem affected by my words. Hell, I wasn't even affected by my own words. It was like I was trying to convince myself with my words but it wasn't working very well.

I tried to concentrate on all the things going through my head but he was making it hard for me. His touches was a distraction. His presence was a distraction. Roman laid next to me, nearly hovering over me as he used one of his elbow for support.

I took a peak at him. His shirt had disappeared sometime during the heated moment and the top of his pants were unbuttoned. He looked almost godly with the tattoos swirling around his upper body, all the way down to his arm. His entire body was on full display and I was enjoying every second of it.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I thought about the current events. I bit my lip hard as Roman just continued to stare right into my soul.

His lips were everywhere. He traced his luscious lips down my neck, down my chest and all the way down to my thighs. I was completely and utterly blinded by lust. My mind kept telling me to stop this but my heart kept telling me that he was all I ever needed to get by in this world.

I giggled slightly at the thought, making Roman raise his eyebrow.

“I'm very mad at Caleb,” he confirmed after some minutes of silence. His magical fingers were still tracing my panties.

“Don't blame him for something you did,” I rolled my eyes at him. He squeezed my naked thigh.

“He was helping me, you know,” he shrugged.

I shook my head, “I don't care one bit how it happened or who did what, Roman. The point is, you did it.” My words still wasn't affecting him in any way and I was still trying to convince myself that I was mad at him.

Roman chuckled at my bad attempt.

“Don't laugh at me,” I pouted. He lowered his glance to my lips.

“I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to laugh,” he responded and maneuvered his body closer to mine if that was even possible. He continued staring at my lips before lowering his head and gently pressed his lips onto mine.

“I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” he whispered against me. I nodded quickly and pressed my lips harder onto his, enjoying this moment way too much. I should be focusing on something entirely different than Roman. Like being deadly mad at him.

But I couldn't at emotions were floating through my body, forcing the anger and compulsion away. Roman quickly took control of the kiss, deepening it as he placed himself between my legs.

“I know you can't resist me, love. I can't resist you either,” he whispered huskily as he made circular motions against me with his hips. I couldn't do anything but nod in respond.